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The scent of a women was not mine
Wellcome home, darling Did you miss me? Wish to dwell in dear love?
Touch my milklike skin Feel the ocean Lick my deepest Hear the starry choir
Rip off this lace That keeps me imprisoned But beware the enchantment For my eroticism is your ablivion
Old love lies deep, you said Deep shall be the world between your legs
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